Run: 2026-07-01-01KWEA3YHHDV3FZR99S77SJKVP

Run Details

Model:: Claude Sonnet 5 (Reasoning)
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 31.0s
Cost:: $0.025240
Provider:: Amazon Bedrock

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
85.15%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
55.45%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
43.19%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
100.00%	Name drop frequency	(details)
0.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
100.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
100.00%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
79.11%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
94.62%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
90.09%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
68.11%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Technical jargon density	(details)
100.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
100.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
80.5237%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert fiction writer.

Always keep the following rules in mind:
- Write in past tense and use General English spelling, grammar, and colloquialisms/slang.
- Write in active voice
- Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle.
- Avoid adverbs and cliches and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions.
- Convey events and story through dialogue.
- Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety.
- Skip "he/she said said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech
- Avoid mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or add unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself.
- Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action.
- Reduce indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe"

When writing text:
- NEVER conclude the scene on your own, follow the beat instructions very closely.
- NEVER end with foreshadowing.
- NEVER write further than what I prompt you with.
- AVOID imagining possible endings, NEVER deviate from the instructions.
- STOP EARLY if the continuation contains what was required in the instructions. You do not need to fill out the full amount of words possible.

User/Human

Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response:
<codex>
<character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist">
  <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor>
  <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair>
  <height>5'6"</height>
  <age>25</age>
  <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar>
  <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description>
  <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Continue the story using the following instructions:
<instructions>
Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.
</instructions>

Model response

The standing stones marked the edge of it, two ancient oaks grown so close together their trunks had fused into a single grey mass, bark split like knuckles. Rory stopped a foot short of them, her boots sinking into moss that hadn't grown that thick anywhere else in Richmond Park.

"That's new," she said.

"It's not new," Nyx's whisper came from somewhere behind her shoulder, though when she turned, they stood a full six feet away, their edges bleeding into the shade of a beech tree. "It's older than the park. Older than the crown that owns it."

"Comforting."

The Heartstone Pendant sat cold against her collarbone, no warmth in it at all, which told her whatever waited beyond the stones had nothing to do with Hel. Small mercies.

She stepped through.

The air changed before her foot even touched ground on the other side — thickened, gone syrupy in her lungs, carrying the smell of crushed thyme and something underneath it, sweet and slightly rotten, like fruit left too long in the sun. Sound dropped out entirely for one heartbeat, then rushed back wrong: birdsong pitched half a note higher than birdsong should be, and beneath it a low hum, felt more than heard, like standing too close to a pylon.

"Bloody hell."

Wildflowers carpeted the clearing in front of her, and they shouldn't have — it was November, frost thick on the grass she'd just left behind — but here the ground burst with foxglove and campion and things she didn't have names for, purple and gold and one variety that seemed to fold its petals shut as her shadow crossed it, then unfold again once she'd passed.

"It doesn't like being looked at," Nyx said, drifting past her shoulder, solid now, tall as the oaks. "Or it likes it too much. Hard to say with Fae flora."

"You're just full of reassurance today."

Behind them, the standing stones had vanished. Not hidden — gone. Where the fused oaks should have marked the entrance, there was only more clearing, more flowers, the grove stretching back the way they'd never actually come from.

Rory's stomach dropped a half inch. "Nyx."

"I see it."

"Is that meant to happen?"

"Time and space don't queue up politely in a place like this. We'll find the way out when we need it. Probably."

"Probably," she repeated, and didn't love the taste of the word.

They went deeper because there wasn't another direction that made sense. The trees here grew wrong in a way she couldn't immediately name, and then she caught it — no two grew the same species. Birch beside yew beside something silver-barked with leaves like coins, all crowded together as if planted by someone who'd never seen a forest and only heard one described. Moss climbed the trunks in patterns too deliberate to be natural, spiralling upward like veins, like the trees had circulatory systems on display.

"Careful," Nyx said, when she reached to touch one.

"What happens if I touch it?"

"I don't know. That's rather the point of careful."

She withdrew her hand and told herself she wasn't disappointed.

Deeper in, the ground began to slope, and the hum grew louder, resolving into something almost like a voice, or several voices, layered and slowed down until they blurred into a single droning note. The light changed too — no longer the pale grey of an English autumn sky, but a soft gold that came from everywhere and nowhere, no sun visible through the canopy to explain it.

"There," Nyx said.

A stream cut across their path, water running silver rather than clear, catching the gold light and throwing it back sharpened, like knife-glints. Small stones lined the bed, each one glowing faintly from within, pulsing in a rhythm that didn't quite match the hum from the trees, close enough to unsettle, off enough to notice.

Rory crouched at the bank. "Is it safe to drink?"

"Is anything here safe?"

"Fair point." She didn't drink it. She did dip two fingers in, and the water was warm — properly warm, bathwater warm, which felt more wrong than if it had been ice. When she pulled her hand back, her fingertips tingled, not painfully, more like the buzz after gripping something too tight for too long.

They crossed on a fallen log slick with the same spiralling moss, and on the other side the trees thinned into something like a proper clearing, though "clearing" felt too small a word for what opened up. The ground dropped away into a bowl-shaped hollow, and at the centre of it grew a single tree unlike any of the others — vast, silver-leafed, its branches hung with what looked, from a distance, like fruit.

Up close, they weren't fruit.

"Are those—" Rory stopped ten feet from the trunk, throat tight.

"Feathers," Nyx said. "Preserved somehow. I don't recognise the binding."

Hundreds of them hung from silver threads, each one a different colour, some she could name — crow-black, jay-blue — and others that didn't belong to any bird she'd ever seen, feathers that shimmered between colours depending on the angle, feathers that seemed to absorb the golden light rather than reflect it. They turned gently though there was no wind she could feel.

"What is this place?"

"A memory, maybe. Or a grave. The Fae don't always draw the line between the two."

She reached toward the nearest feather — pale, almost translucent — and stopped an inch from it, hand hovering, the hum from the trees rising in pitch as if in warning, or anticipation.

"Rory."

"I'm not touching it."

"Good."

She lowered her hand anyway, slowly, and let it fall to her side, only then realising how fast her heart was going, how the golden light pressed against her skin like a held breath. Somewhere behind them, far off, she heard water again — not the stream they'd crossed, something larger, moving fast, the sound of it rolling down through unseen channels in the hollow's walls.

"There's more," she said.

"There's always more," Nyx said, "in a place that doesn't know how to end."

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags	12
adverbTagCount	0
adverbTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	31
tagDensity	0.387
leniency	0.774
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

85.15%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

1010

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"slightly"
count	1

adverb	"gently"
count	1

adverb	"slowly"
count	1

highlights

0	"slightly"
1	"gently"
2	"slowly"

100.00%

AI-ism character names

Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

100.00%

AI-ism location names

Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

55.45%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

1010

totalAiIsms

found

word	"whisper"
count	1

word	"comforting"
count	1

word	"warmth"
count	1

word	"stomach"
count	1

word	"resolving"
count	1

word	"shimmered"
count	1

word	"could feel"
count	1

word	"grave"
count	1

word	"anticipation"
count	1

highlights

0	"whisper"
1	"comforting"
2	"warmth"
3	"stomach"
4	"resolving"
5	"shimmered"
6	"could feel"
7	"grave"
8	"anticipation"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches

maxInWindow

found

label	"stomach dropped/sank"
count	1

highlights

0	"stomach dropped"

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells	0
narrationSentences	43
matches	(empty)

43.19%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"
1	"began to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	62
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	64
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	1023
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	11
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

868

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

0.69

worstName

"Nyx"

maxWindowNameDensity

worstWindowName

"Nyx"

discoveredNames

Richmond	1
Park	1
Nyx	6
Heartstone	1
Pendant	1
Hel	1
November	1
English	1
Hundreds	1
Rory	4

persons

0	"Nyx"
1	"Pendant"
2	"Rory"

places

0	"Richmond"
1	"Park"

globalScore

windowScore

0.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"variety that seemed to fold its petals shut as her shadow crossed it, then unfold again once she'd passed"
1	"quite match the hum from the trees, close enough to unsettle, off enough to notice"
2	"something like a proper clearing, though fel"
3	"feathers that seemed to absorb the golden light rather than reflect it"

100.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches	0
per1kWords	0
wordCount	1023
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	62
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

24.36

std

26.01

1.068

sampleLengths

0	50
1	4
2	44
3	1
4	30
5	3
6	80
7	2
8	66
9	30
10	6
11	38
12	7
13	3
14	5
15	22
16	11
17	86
18	9
19	6
20	9
21	10
22	68
23	3
24	55
25	10
26	4
27	55
28	74
29	5
30	11
31	10
32	63
33	4
34	16
35	33
36	1
37	4
38	1
39	66
40	4
41	14

100.00%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount	0
totalSentences	43
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

157

matches

0	"was going"

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.161

matches

0	"The air changed before her foot even touched ground on the other side — thickened, gone syrupy in her lungs, carrying the smell of crushed thyme and something underneath it, sweet and slightly rotten, like fruit left too long in the sun."
1	"Wildflowers carpeted the clearing in front of her, and they shouldn't have — it was November, frost thick on the grass she'd just left behind — but here the ground burst with foxglove and campion and things she didn't have names for, purple and gold and one variety that seemed to fold its petals shut as her shadow crossed it, then unfold again once she'd passed."
2	"Not hidden — gone."
3	"The trees here grew wrong in a way she couldn't immediately name, and then she caught it — no two grew the same species."
4	"The light changed too — no longer the pale grey of an English autumn sky, but a soft gold that came from everywhere and nowhere, no sun visible through the canopy to explain it."
5	"She did dip two fingers in, and the water was warm — properly warm, bathwater warm, which felt more wrong than if it had been ice."
6	"The ground dropped away into a bowl-shaped hollow, and at the centre of it grew a single tree unlike any of the others — vast, silver-leafed, its branches hung with what looked, from a distance, like fruit."
7	"Hundreds of them hung from silver threads, each one a different colour, some she could name — crow-black, jay-blue — and others that didn't belong to any bird she'd ever seen, feathers that shimmered between colours depending on the angle, feathers that seemed to absorb the golden light rather than reflect it."
8	"She reached toward the nearest feather — pale, almost translucent — and stopped an inch from it, hand hovering, the hum from the trees rising in pitch as if in warning, or anticipation."
9	"Somewhere behind them, far off, she heard water again — not the stream they'd crossed, something larger, moving fast, the sound of it rolling down through unseen channels in the hollow's walls."

79.11%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount	861
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	55
adverbRatio	0.06387921022067364
lyAdverbCount	12
lyAdverbRatio	0.013937282229965157

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	62
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

16.5

std

14.45

0.876

sampleLengths

0	28
1	22
2	4
3	32
4	12
5	1
6	28
7	2
8	3
9	42
10	38
11	2
12	66
13	18
14	12
15	6
16	7
17	4
18	27
19	6
20	1
21	3
22	5
23	22
24	11
25	11
26	24
27	28
28	23
29	9
30	6
31	9
32	10
33	34
34	34
35	3
36	23
37	32
38	5
39	5
40	4
41	6
42	26
43	23
44	37
45	37
46	5
47	11
48	3
49	7

94.62%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	3
diversityRatio	0.5967741935483871
totalSentences	62
uniqueOpeners	37

90.09%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Somewhere behind them, far off,"

ratio

0.027

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"She stepped through."
1	"she repeated, and didn't love"
2	"They went deeper because there"
3	"She withdrew her hand and"
4	"She didn't drink it"
5	"She did dip two fingers"
6	"They crossed on a fallen"
7	"They turned gently though there"
8	"She reached toward the nearest"
9	"She lowered her hand anyway,"

ratio

0.27

68.11%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The standing stones marked the"
1	"Rory stopped a foot short"
2	"Nyx's whisper came from somewhere"
3	"The Heartstone Pendant sat cold"
4	"She stepped through."
5	"The air changed before her"
6	"Sound dropped out entirely for"
7	"Wildflowers carpeted the clearing in"
8	"Nyx said, drifting past her"
9	"Rory's stomach dropped a half"
10	"she repeated, and didn't love"
11	"They went deeper because there"
12	"The trees here grew wrong"
13	"Birch beside yew beside something"
14	"Moss climbed the trunks in"
15	"Nyx said, when she reached"
16	"She withdrew her hand and"
17	"The light changed too —"
18	"A stream cut across their"
19	"Rory crouched at the bank."

ratio

0.784

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	37
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

0.00%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"Wildflowers carpeted the clearing in front of her, and they shouldn't have — it was November, frost thick on the grass she'd just left behind — but here the gro…"
1	"Birch beside yew beside something silver-barked with leaves like coins, all crowded together as if planted by someone who'd never seen a forest and only heard o…"
2	"The light changed too — no longer the pale grey of an English autumn sky, but a soft gold that came from everywhere and nowhere, no sun visible through the cano…"
3	"Small stones lined the bed, each one glowing faintly from within, pulsing in a rhythm that didn't quite match the hum from the trees, close enough to unsettle, …"
4	"Hundreds of them hung from silver threads, each one a different colour, some she could name — crow-black, jay-blue — and others that didn't belong to any bird s…"
5	"She reached toward the nearest feather — pale, almost translucent — and stopped an inch from it, hand hovering, the hum from the trees rising in pitch as if in …"

100.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags	12
uselessAdditionCount	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"she repeated (repeat)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.258

leniency

0.516

rawRatio

0.125

effectiveRatio

0.065

80.5237%